Karl and I on the jetty

A cold, cold walk on Christmas Day

It has become somewhat of a tradition in our family to go for a walk or a stroll after lunch on Christmas Day.

This year, Karl and I took Stella for a walk round town. Christmas Day was mighty cold for Reykjavik, the weather bureau recorded -9.7°C at noon on Christmas Day! A vast difference to the 25.4°C or so that was observed in Brisbane at noon on the 25th.

We went down to the harbour and then strolled back through the “west side” home to get ready for Christmas Day dinner with Kata’s paternal family.

As it was Christmas Day we wore Santa Hats for the walk, sadly the Santa Hats were not wool or super fleecy so did not really provide optimum warmth :/
Karl and I on the jetty
Karl and I on the jetty

Karl and Stella at the end of the jetty
Karl and Stella at the end of the jetty

Love the ice patterns on the jetty
Love the ice patterns on the jetty

I loved how the ice had formed on the timbers of the jetty, the bevel that formed on the edge of the timbers was ice free as were the screw/nails holding the jetty together.  You can see in the above photo of Karl and Stella how the ice looked from a different angle on the jetty timbers.

I saw a few more than three ships on Christmas Day
I saw a few more than three ships on Christmas Day

There was quite a few ships docked for the holidays, I wish I had got a photo of just three ships so I could have said “I saw three ships come sailing in, on Christmas Day”

Rocks frozen into the sand
Rocks frozen into the sand

These rocks were mostly frozen into the sand/gravel as when the tide went out leaving behind wet sand/gravel it promptly froze.

Looking out from the slips
Looking out from the slips

It was a very low tide so we were able to go the slips at the bottom of the dry docks to attempt to scavenge for treasures.

Ice starting to form on the harbour
Ice starting to form on the harbour

It was so cold that ice was starting to form on the still parts of the harbour! That was pretty cool to see.

Frozen seaweed
Frozen seaweed

I loved the ice edges on the seaweed :)

The snow is very pretty on the mountains
The snow is very pretty on the mountains

Obligatory shot of snowy mountains.

Art
Art

 

 

Sam Strawberry Man
Sam Strawberry Man

Some newish art on one of the doors of Vallarstræti

Aníta Hinriksdóttir out sprint training on Christmas Day
Aníta Hinriksdóttir out sprint training on Christmas Day

I saw these two running up the street and thought that they might be tourists out of run for something to do on Christmas Day when not much is open. When they reached the top and turned around to walk down and repeat the hill sprints, Karl recognised the girl as a champion Icelandic middle-distance runner who has been breaking more than a few records in the past years.

The sun starts to set
The sun starts to set

Then it was time to head back home to get a bit warmer and dressed to go to dinner.

 

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Yes, it has been a whopping 255 days since my last post. I have written a few drafts in that time but I’ve just never pressed the publish button. Here is to hopefully a few more posts appearing shortly.

H

 

Fairy Bread Birthday Cake

#thissundaylife is #fairybread cake because frankly it is darn smart way to eat fairy bread when in double digits.

Ever since I saw the Fairy Bread cake on Raspberri Cupcakes, I knew I had to make it, and I knew it would be the perfect birthday cake for one of girls at work. If only her birthday would hurry up!

I used the butter cake recipe from the AWW Birthday Cake book, which is frankly the best butter cake recipe ever and iced it with a white chocolate butter cream.

I baked the butter cake in a square cake pan and then cut into smaller triangles, to more accurately represent fairy bread quarters. :)

Winning cake all round.

#thissundaylife is #fairybread cake because frankly it is darn smart way to eat fairy bread when in double digits.

Four years ago

Four years ago, I woke thinking it would just be like any other Saturday.<br /><br />
It would be a day of markets, washing and maybe some baking.<br /><br />
Instead, it was not.<br /><br />
Four years ago, I went to sleep that night without a Papa.</p><br />
<p>Pabbi, so much has happened in the last four years.<br /><br />
I'm finally working in tax.<br /><br />
Karl is still in Iceland.<br /><br />
Mamma moved to the bush.<br /><br />
Matthew has taken over your space in the laundry.<br /><br />
There is a super cute little boy next door now.<br /><br />
The birds still play in the bird bath in the back yard.<br /><br />
You would hardly recognise the interior of the house now.<br /><br />
Miss you Pappa-san
Four years ago, I woke thinking it would just be like any other Saturday.
It would be a day of markets, washing and maybe some baking.
Instead, it was not.
Four years ago, I went to sleep that night without a Papa.

Pabbi, so much has happened in the last four years.
I’m finally working in tax.
Karl is still in Iceland.
Mamma moved to the bush.
Matthew has taken over your space in the laundry.
There is a super cute little boy next door now.
The birds still play in the bird bath in the back yard.
You would hardly recognise the interior of the house now.
Miss you Pappa-san